Cian disappeared from my sight as he went inside the house making my insides churn with worry.
"Why do you have to do this?" I asked Tristan. "He has barely healed from what was done to him. You have to do more damage?"
He humd a tune, sothing I had never heard before but effectively ignored . he continued to co as his eyes remained on the door before he closed them and slowly stretched his lips into a smile.
"He is not here," Cian spoke as the first thing when he ca out of the house in a voice void of his usual annoyance, "He’s not in the house. I checked."
"I heard." Tristan directly opened his eyes before beckoning Cian closer. "Hold on to the princess and do not let her go anywhere. I will be coming back."
Again, in the blink of an eye he vanished and I was left with the second son of Sir Walter.
"Cian," I hissed and grabbed onto his arm, "you cannot let him take the prince! He will die!"
Cian’s eyes moved to stare at but he did not say anything.
"Are you listening to ?" I shook him, "he will kill the prince! Are you willing to let another human being die when you can actually do sothing about it?"
Cian, Once again, did not reply and continued to stare at as he was bothered in the least about all of this. In fact, it was then I noticed that his entire attention was focused on .
"Hey?" I tried, "do you know how handso you are?" Given how the man was always annoyed or arrogant, he should have taken the bed but not even an inch of his face moved.
"Cian? Are you there?" I love it my volu, trying to keep the conversation between us before taking a step back to look—
His hand shot out and grabbed my elbow, "Don’t move." He said, keeping his eyes on as well as maintaining his grip over my elbow.
Was he? Was he still under the compulsion even though Tristan was no longer here?
"Thank you, Cian." I jumped when I heard Tristan right by the porch of the house. Over his shoulder was the prince, previously bandaged and now sweaty.
Tristan dropped the prince over the porch not minding if his back t with the wooden stairs. " Bring him to the palace, you know your way there. The gods will handle the rest and you will be paid for it." He patted the shoulder Of Sir Walter’s son before moving towards .
Cian imdiately got to work which I noticed with a glance thrown towards him.
Tristan made his way to and I stepped back before he shook his head very lightly in an effort to stop . "Do not bother running, Genevive. You will only end up tiring yourself."
My lips trembled and with shaking limbs, I tried to make a distance between us as he continued to walk towards .
"What... does this really need to be done, Tristan? You know what I did, you know why I did it then why are you making such a big deal out of this? Those people needed to be helped and I helped them because I had the opportunity!"
"Why did that opportunity an going against ? You Could have co to talk about it with , and we would have solved it together."
I scoffed, "are you telling that you were not already aware of what was going on in the palace? So king you are, Tristan! You wanted to co to you when you should have been aware of all of this in the first place. What did you think I assud when I saw all of this happening from the beginning of your reign and you doing nothing about it?!"
"I assud that you already knew and were doing nothing about it!" I scread at his face. By now I could feel the tears coming down my cheeks and causing a slight need to itch them away.
Just as my feet continued to take back, Tristan continued to co towards . It was like a cat and mouse ga. The further I went, the closer he ca.
"Don’t do it, Tristan." I beg at this point. "I don’t want to go with you. I don’t want to go back!"
Just when I blinked my eyes to let another pair of tears fall, and opened them I found him right in front of causing to jump and take a step back.
"I have waited almost a year to let you get used to the fact that you have feelings for soone like . You have seen in my human nature and you have seen in my vampire life, and you love in post, Genevieve. The only thing that you are not ready to accept is your love for which is already there and sothing I have made you realise ti again."
He took a step into my space and this ti I felt like my feet forgot to move.
His eyes softened as he said, "I understand that you are scared, but I have been more than patient to let you know that I will never do anything that would harm you in the slightest. All I have ever done is treat you with love and utmost care even if it ant going against my family, those who made sure I lived after being beaten to the age of that. I cannot do it any more, Genevive."
He stepped back and his eyes hardened like they had been before. "I refuse to fight my instincts anymore. I refuse to stand against my family anymore."
"But that’s not fair," I sniffed as I continued to cry out the words, "you have all the power." And I had absolutely nothing in my hands.
Tristan stepped forward and touched my jaw very gently. "and that is sothing that you unfortunately will have to make peace with."
He smiled, it almost seed like he was doing it out of sadness. "I am always going to be the powerful one here when it cos to you standing against . If you choose to stand with , Genevieve, you will be the most powerful woman in the world."
I licked my lips before shaking my head but his barely there grip tightened slightly yet not enough to hurt .
His eyes held mine prisoner, "The choice is yours, Geneveie, and for once think about it because you are not great at making good choices."
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